Jacques Aupick.
Chance is not abolished by a rigged die launch. Liquefy the dream. And pushed our self between floating waters freed from its own mass, soothed the loving sleeper into the depth of the naked truth of reverie, living its true life. With eyes closed, looking inward, the artist delivers a beautiful image of her face on the shining surface of the clear satin waters. Our eyes captivated by the mystery so close, which is not revealed because of the metaphor, here, in absentia, necessarily; the image itself hides the absent meaning: a desire that cries so loudly...